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Dangerous	By : FlameWolf666 Category: G through L > House of 1000 Corpses Views: 7010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from House of a 1000 Corpses. All rights to the material belong to Mr. Zombie. This is just for fun and I make no profit from it.

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WARNING!!: Psychological Torture! Forced Cannibalism! Non-consensual Oral! Minor2! Non-consensual Bloodplay! Rape! Nipple Mutilation! Knife Play! More Extreme Parts Marked With **.

Author's Note: Ever wonder what Otis' idea of foreplay is…

Chapter Eleven: Breaking in the Newbies

As soon as we were back in his room, Baby was poking her head out of the 'Prep Room'; answering a question I hadn't even considered asking. Her blue eyes traveled from me to her brother, a flaxen brow raising. Then she was coming out of the room entirely, her cerulean orbs holding a seductive gleam as they drifted to the crotch of Otis' tight jeans. He stiffened immediately while realization washed over me. These two had definitely had sex before and she was openly propositioning him. A fact that tweaked that tiny jealous part of me. So, before she could saunter closer, I wrapped my right arm loosely around the killer's thin waist while leveling my hazel gaze at her.
I wasn't too surprised that the psychopathic male jolted in my hold at first, ignoring the glare he no doubt shot down at me for focusing on the shocked look that came over the other female's beautiful face. What I was surprised by was the fact that he slung he own arm around my waist in return after a few moments, pulling me close to his side. All of a sudden it was far too hot, heat radiating off the violent male that had taken me under his wing. Then there was his scent, this being one of the very few times I had to really appreciate it. He smelled like musk, dried blood and something that seemed to be just him; faintly spicy and all too addicting. Shaking myself of the slight trance I had been in, I looked up again to see Baby giving me a rather amused but faintly jealous look. “Thanks fer watchin' that bunch. Take yer pick and go t'yer room,” the ghoul to my right rasped, his cold mid-tone bringing my attention back to him.
The blonde only released a bitter sounding laugh before shaking her head and going back into the room she had come out of. She soon returned with two of the five teens, ignoring the whimpers and pleas of the pair as she dragged them behind her. Once she had closed the door, Otis was releasing me to stalk into the room the rest of the victims occupied; reminding me we still had things to do. So, taking a deep breath to steel myself, I followed the wraith. Thankfully, the group had learned I wasn't going to help them and spared me the heart rending cries for their lives. “Come over and pick one,” my 'host' demanded, making dread fill the pit of my stomach as I moved forward. All kinds of terrible things filled my head as my body mechanically kept moving, not stopping until I was standing in front of the sniveling group of three; a silent 'Red' watching from a corner of the room.
The trio that was left looked up at me with terror and a dim hope that I would refuse. That I was another victim being forced to do as the killer wanted. Feeling ill at heart, I inwardly grimaced as I picked the one I had recognized right away. The beast behind me only chuckled, moving so close I could feel his body heat on my back. Then hot breaths were hitting the base of my neck as he moved a lock of my hair out of the way. “Good choice. Do as ya please with her. Let me see if yer really family material,” husked his deeper voice before he gave my skin a hard nip, making desire bubble up in my lower belly despite the horror of the situation. Then his words sank in and I felt my skin go cold while the bottom of my stomach dropped out.
He wanted me to prove I was willing to kill, to torture like they did. If I was unwilling to do this independently, lord only knew how the man behind me would take that. He knew I had never killed anything or so much as drew blood but he didn't know I just wasn't interested in being a murderer. If he ever found that out… well, I highly doubted he would take it very well. So, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth, I gathered what courage I could to do what was expected of me. Then I was reopening my eyes to glare at the girl I had chosen, forcing all the hate I used to have for humanity to the surface. Grabbing her hand in a tight grip, I drug her to the middle of the room and flung her onto the floor. Before she could get up, I was pouncing on her; mindful of my pregnant belly as I pinned her to the wood below.
**Otis was there in a flash, his hands holding hers down while I lifted her shirt. Sickening squeals of 'please' and 'you don't have to do this' bubbled past the brunette's lips as I exposed her developing breasts to my hate filled gaze. I forced myself to see her as the one who had caused all of my anguish as a child, that she was the one who made me almost commit suicide in high school. Then I was taking one of her rosy buds into my mouth and biting down, hard. Blood filled my mouth at the same time her screams filled my ears, the taste of the hot fluid was coppery and slightly sweet. Her pleas increased in volume and frequency, falling on deaf ears as I suckled at her bleeding nipple. After a few moments, I moved to the other one; giving the sensitive flesh the same treatment. This earned an almost musical scream from my victim as the ghoul restraining her released an approving sound.
Crimson filled my vision as rage took over me, taking me beyond any reason that would have stopped me. This scary place was the only way I was going to get through this with my hide intact, my sanity would be another matter. I would remember all of this when I returned to lucidity. I would remember the taste of her blood and her pained screams mindlessly demanding I stop with every breath. I would remember those pleas reaching another register when I moved between her kicking thighs. I would remember the sound she released when I gave her hairless womanhood a vicious bite. I would remember eating her out as she bled into my mouth, her screams reaching all new heights. Then those sounds were cut off, causing me to look up at my dangerous companion.
Otis was now holding both her slim wrists in one hand, his other hand yanking her head back by her straight, brown hair. He had his erect penis shoved down her straining throat, ignoring the gagging sounds as he began to move. The person I was now didn't care, in fact I felt a brief moment of pride before I was going back to what I had been doing. Her two friends could only watch, Red placidly holding a knife to their throats to make sure they didn't get any bright ideas. It wasn't too long before her choked whimpers turned into a sort of acceptance and I pulled away from her junction to sneer down at her. The killer using her mouth met my eyes, handing me his hunting knife. I took it with a cruel smirk, lost in the darkness that filled me. “I'm gonna cut chunks out of your pretty skin to feed to your friends. If you bite my boyfriend or your friends refuse to eat… well, let's just say it won't end up good for you,” I snarled, taking pleasure in the terror that immediately filled her watering eyes.
The wraith abusing her stayed oddly silent, his icy gaze watching me closely as he thrust almost lazily into the teen's mouth. Meeting his eyes with mine, I felt a dark delight rush through me as I began to slice out a small section in her stomach. The young victim let out a muffled cry and arched her back but made not move to bite the member that was embedded in her throat. Letting out a demonic cackle that I wouldn't normally be capable of, I handed off the bleeding hunk to a waiting 'Red'. I didn't turn to watch if she would feed it to one of the waiting duo, merely cutting off another small piece while the child screamed around the cock in her mouth. Otis did the watching for me, a smile curling his lips when the sound of retching came from behind me.
As I reached behind me to pass off the second chunk, the ghoul's hands came up to grasp my pale face in a harsh grip; dragging me up into a possessing kiss as 'Red' took my offering. Gagging and sobbing came from the other girl as my violent lover stuck his tongue into my mouth. Then he was releasing me, fire burning in his sky blue eyes as his thin chest heaved. I only purred in response, a darker part of me in charge and reveling in every moment of agony the younger woman was going through. Keeping my eyes locked on his as he continued to thrust lazily into the cheerleader's throat, I cut a deep wound into the sixteen year old's left breast. This drew a muffled scream from her before she went limp, seemingly passed out from the pain.
Otis continued to thrust in and out of her slack jaw, his own jaw tense as he breathed heavily through his nose. Lowering my eyelids as lust boiled within in me like thick tar, I leaned over the girl's prone body to capture his lips on my own; relishing in the snarl that issued forth. Next thing I knew, my face was shoved harshly onto the grimy, wood floor as the psychopath positioned himself at my dripping entrance. Far from being afraid or turned off, pleas for him to take me issued forth; inflaming the beast above me. Then he was thrusting into me, biting the scruff of my neck like a rutting wolf as he began to take me ferociously. Low, animalistic noises issued from his chest as he slammed into me, my own keens of pained pleasure bubbling past my lips as a tingling began to fill my limbs. This wasn't about pleasure, this was about claiming; about making sure the girls watching knew just whose I was and where my loyalties lie.**
All I could do was hold on, a voice that didn't sound like mine uttering my pleasure loud enough that I'm sure the entire house knew just what we were doing. The murderer fucking me released another throaty noise, biting the back of my neck hard enough to draw blood. Then he was spilling into me, his hot seed burning my womb as he was reaching between my legs. The next thing I knew, my body was clenching in orgasm; cries of his name leaving me as my entire body became overwhelmed with white-hot pleasure. Then everything was going black and I was dimly aware of the wraith detaching himself from me as I collapsed bonelessly to wood beneath me.
The next thing I became aware of I was laying in Otis' bed, the feeling of someone hovering right by me nearly overwhelming my senses. Groaning as I opened my eyes, I felt my stomach lurch as I remembered everything I had done in myself induced haze. I never knew I had such violence inside me, such deep darkness. The fact that I took such delight in the girl's pain earlier honestly chilled my blood and I found myself wondering if I was really as good of a person as I thought I was. Before I came here, I wasn't capable of even looking at a paper cut. Now, now I was doing horrible things that my mom would disown me over. Would I become a monster like the rest of the family before this was over? Before I could think any further down this distressing line, a pair of callused hands grabbed my face and yanked; bringing me to look at the glowering face of the man that had caused all of this.
Sighing, I met his glare with resignation. I was still capable of guilt and compassion, feeling the sting of both of them at the moment. This only seemed to piss my violent companion off even more and he lifted his upper lip to sneer at me. “Where's th'woman I saw earlier? The one who glories in death and pain? Why do you insist on clinging t'your feelings for these useless bitches?” hissed the cruel man, his eyes seeming to glare right into my soul.
“I'm sorry. I just can't help it. I… I'm just not like you…,” I found myself confessing, suddenly tired of keeping the truth from him. There was still a niggling fear in the back of my mind that he would kill me for not being a psychopath like him but I found that very hard to believe at this point. The man had saved my life not too much earlier, had even seemed concerned over my rather superficial injury. I don't think he would go through all of that just to kill me himself.
“No shit! T'yer credit, you've never interfered or tried t'save them though your heart fuckin' bleeds fer them. If yer gonna continue t'be part of this family yer gonna need t'put all that moral bullshit behind ya,” he snarled before he was releasing me to pace like a caged tiger. As he moved, I watched him; knowing he was very right.
If I kept clinging onto the morality I was taught, I was more than likely going to lose my mind. I could already feel my sanity chipping away due to the things I had done and seen. How much more would it take before I simply went catatonic from the sheer horror of it all? Yet knowing that didn't make what I had to do any easier. I just wasn't missing whatever Otis was that made him take pleasure in this gruesome activity. What had happened earlier was more of a fluke, something that wasn't really how I acted normally. I had forced myself into that state in order to do what had been expected of me but the fact that it existed at all truly disturbed me. Before that had happened, I honestly had no idea I was capable of acting like that. “I know that, trust me I do. Its not as easy as just turning on some switch. I still feel guilt after what happened in there, still feel disgust. Even if I don't know them, they're still people,” I whispered, doing my best to ignore the disgust I felt with myself at the moment.
Silence followed, a heavy feeling in the atmosphere that made my skin tingle. His intense gaze bored down on me and I could feel my apprehension rising. After a few seconds, I had to look away; my heart practically in my throat as nausea and fear fought for top position. It wasn't too long before he was grabbing my face again, forcing me to look up at him as anger shined in his icy orbs. “Ya lied when ya said you wanted t'be a killer didn't ya?” he rasped, his nostrils flaring as the fear inside me turned into pants shitting terror. Time even seemed to freeze as the world fell away, the edges of my vision going gray as I began to feel faint.
“N-no… I… I had to find some way to get to you and your family. I used my knowledge from the movies to play Spaulding. I knew if I said the right thing that he would lead me right to you. The only problem was, once I got here I couldn't very well tell you the truth. My best chance was… to pretend I wanted to kill people,” I confessed, my skin growing cold and clammy as my breathing became quicker. The tingling in my skin evolved into tingling in my limbs and face and I bit my tongue to bring myself back to clarity. I couldn't afford to pass out at the moment.
To my shock, the violent ghoul began to chuckle; his expression still blackly angry despite the humor in the noise. “If ya had wanted t'fuck us, ya could have easily done so. Hell, if yew weren't so determined t'save us from this fate you have yet to tell me about ya probably woulda fucked with us by now. Still, never lie t'me again, do ya understand?” Otis rumbled, something dangerous shining in his eyes as his grip tightened slightly.
“I didn't even want to lie in the first place but I didn't really have a choice,” I responded, tentative relief slowly replacing the fear I felt. He was pissed but not enough to kill me for this transgression.
“Yeah, if ya had come in with th'story you told me, you'd have been gutted or thrown in th'basement with th'rest of them,” he replied, some of his anger fading for a brief, disturbed expression. It disappeared so quick that I almost thought I had imagined it.
Next thing I knew, he was pushing me down on to the mattress as he straddled my body; sitting just below my rounded stomach. Then he was leaning down, his lips bare inches from touching the shirt covered bump; his hands coming up to cradle and rub it. As I watched with a hint of confusion, the murderer lifted my shirt; a low growl leaving him when he saw the scabbed wound just below the crest of my dome. Suddenly he was licking it, low snarls bubbling out of him each time his tongue laved over the cut. His large hands moved up the taut dome to cup my growing breasts, drawing a gasp from me due to their sensitivity. “No matter what happened before, yer mine now and I ain't lettin' ya go,” came his gruff voice just before the shirt I wore was ripped off me.
“But, if ya fuckin' lie t'me again fer any reason you will fuckin' regret it,” snarled the beast sitting on me, the deadly tone in his voice letting me know he wasn't joking.
**It was then I became very aware of something cold and metal being pressed against my left nipple. Looking down, I saw the sharp blade of Otis' hunting knife resting there. My eyes switched to him in an instant, fear and anticipation bubbling within me as he gave me an absolutely frightening smile. With a swift movement, he sliced my nipple shallowly. The pain was incredible yet, under it, there was the barest hint of pleasure. Then he was latching onto the wounded nodule, sucking hard and causing tingles of pain mixed with lust to race through my bloodstream. A moan left my lips as he swirled his tongue around the wound, too distracted to notice he was placing the blade on the other nipple.
With a quick movement from Otis, I felt pain bloom in my right nipple just before his mouth closed over that one; leaving my left breast to bleed freely. Feeling my blood flowing and cooling on my skin filled me with a strange anxiety at the same time the killer's talented mouth was drawing pleasure from me. I could only moan out his name, feeling faint while feeling more alive than I have in my life as my back arched and my hands burrowed themselves in his stringy, almost white hair. The wraith released a frightening sound against my right orb before he was releasing me to give me a look that made my limbs tingle. Then he was pulling up his knife to show me my blood on the blade, the sight nauseating me slightly but not enough to kill the lust boiling in my loins.**
Making sure our gazes were locked, the ghoul above me licked the blood off the blade in a slow, almost sensual motion. Once he was done, he closed his icy orbs as a low snarl rattled up out of the depths of his bony chest. When he reopened them, he placed the blade on my collarbone; dragging the sharp implement downward and creating a shallow wound that led down to my five months pregnant belly. Despite the obvious pain, I felt a very slight undertone of pleasure; a fact that would have confused me if I was capable of rational thought. I was currently lost in a haze of intense need and lust, panting as I watched him lick from the bottom of the wound to the top; soft gasps leaving me as I began to squirm. “Oh Otissss,” I hissed, closing my eyes as my head fell to the side; finding myself barely able to keep control over myself.
My womb was a knot of pulsing, driving pleasure and all I could think about was how much I wanted him inside me at that moment. It was all I could do not to voice that need but it wouldn't be much longer before I lost myself to the sensations running through my body. I simply held on, my moans growing louder with each pass of his tongue on my injured skin. It was then our child decided to give its first kick, effectively freezing any activity. My libido still raged but a sense of wonder was now mixed with it and I watched as the killer that had been cutting me slowly sit up. Given his position leaning over my gravid dome, he must have felt it too.
Any aggression faded as his eyes slowly moved to my stomach. The hand that wasn't holding the knife came to rest on top of the swell of my womb and he waited, seeming to almost hold his breath. I wasn't aware of the fact I was also holding my breath until the baby kicked again and I released a slight gasp. Otis also seemed shocked, going eerily still with his hair hanging in his face to hide his expression. I was dimly aware of the sound of his weapon clattering to the floor before the ghoul practically ripping off my pants and underwear. Then his teeth were at my neck as he entered me slowly, growling harshly as I moaned. My hands flew to his shirt covered back and I realized he was so impatient to have me that he was taking me through his fly.
This awareness only served to fuel the low fire burning in my lower body and I raked my nails down his covered back as I bit his bare shoulder. An action that drew a grunt from the violent male just before he sat up to whip his wife-beater over his head. As soon as this was done, he leaned back down to bite where my shoulder met my neck as he began to drive into me. His rhythm was hard, merciless and I couldn't get enough. Flashes of black and red flickered behind my closed eyes as breathless keens escaped my voice-box. Low grunts and snarls left Otis as well, his hips snapping into mine so hard that the room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping together. Then he hit something deep within me and my back arched as my breath stuttered slightly. As if he knew what he had done, he hit it again and again; drawing a whole different register of noises from me.
I was barely aware of screaming loud enough for the house to hear again but I was beyond any capacity to care. My nails raked down his back again, my toes curling as the tight ball of my womb wound tighter, tighter. Then I was imploding and exploding at the same time, my head tilting back as I called out the killer's name. Otis hissed my own name against my neck as he spilled into me, collapsing onto his side to avoid injuring the unborn fetus I carried. Panting harshly, he pulled me to his side with a sharp yank; one of his hands coming to rest on my taut, rounded tummy. The child, seemingly unhappy with what had just happened, rolled and kicked for a few minutes before eventually settling.
Watching the beast's face as our baby moved, I could almost see a shred of someone who could have been a decent man. His face almost had a loving expression on it, softening his normally harsh features and his hand moved slowly over the small but growing dome. He almost looked like any expecting father, warming my heart slightly. Tentatively, I placed my own hand over his; flinching slightly when he jolted. Then, to my surprise, his fingers were entwining with mine as his sky blue eyes met mine. A slight frown crinkled his brow as he seemed to mull something over. After a few moments, he pulled me closer; almost forcing me to rest my cheek on his bony chest. “If ya ever leave me, I will fuckin' hunt ya down and kill ya. Like I said earlier, yer mine now. I ain't about to let ya go without a helluva fight,” he bit out, his chin coming to rest on the top of my head as his arms wrapped around me tightly.
“I have no intentions of leaving unless forced or killed. I'm afraid you're stuck with me,” I replied, feeling oddly playful. A fact I could only put down to feeling slightly more in love with him.
A few moments later, a yawn escaped me as I felt my eyelids growing heavy. Otis huffed irritably, a slight hint of humor under the annoyance in the exhalation. “Sleep, you'll need all th'rest you can get. There's only a few more days until Halloween and a lot is going t'happen,” he rasped, his words sending a chill of horror through me. I had almost forgotten in all of the activity and being reminded brought me crashing down from my euphoria hard. Licking my lips, I could only nod as I nestled into him. It wasn't too long before his scent lulled me into a deep, nightmare filed sleep.
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